Chapter 755: The Origins of the Coffins (1/2)

“The underworld isn’t a version of hell, it’s the world’s mausoleum,” Holy King Antiquity suddenly spoke up. “A very, very long time ago, there was no underworld. But something happened, and so this world was born.

“Buried here are the ancient eras and civilization found through time, making the underworld the mausoleum of the world.”

After a pensive pause, Xing Chen nodded.

“There is something you must do.” The holy king’s tone turned serious. “It has to do with the divine race!”

Xing Chen met his eyes.

“The divine race—gods and the divine spirits they created—are the guardians of heaven and earth. They guided every newborn civilization, and they protected us for the first eighty thousand years after the great war.

“However, history has been distorted to paint them as sinners who were exiled from the world of immortals.

“You must clear their names!” Holy King Desolation implored gravely. “The four Abysses of Divine Burial in the world of immortals must be levelled as well. The divines imprisoned there are all heroes who have done a great service for life itself.”

XIng Chen nodded with a solemn expression. He’d long picked up on the signs and had wanted to head to the Skandha Range for an answer from the desolate willow. The holy king's words confirmed his and Qing Yu’s speculations.

“I will look into this. If this is the truth, I will level the four abysses.” Xing Chen didn’t immediately give the holy king a promise, not this time. He wouldn’t make the final decision until he verified the truth with his own eyes. He’d already experienced too many twists and turns in this world to take this at face value.

He didn’t ask about the abyss in the celestial master tomb. As no divine spirits were buried there, it was established only to seal the world’s lungs.

The world’s heart had been in Holy Lord Ashu’s possession, the divine spirit within eradicated. Lu Yun believed it was only a matter of time before the spleen came into the hands of the underworld’s tomb keepers as well.

His replica would have to receive the heritage of holy kings in order to become one himself. He would then be granted power that rivalled a primeval human king. However, the power belonged only to the underworld and Xing Chen.

Once Xing Chen received the heritage of the underworld, a new nascent spirit would be born inside of him, severing his connection to the six paths of Lu Yun’s nascent spirit, thereby ensuring that he would lose usage of the death arts as well.

Lu Yun would no longer be able to share Xing Chen’s power through his nascent spirit, and his cultivation would fall from arcane immortal back to the august immortal realm. That wasn’t a problem for him, though. He’d already come up with a plan when he sent Xing Chen to become a holy king of the underworld.

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Empress Myrtlestar also changed her name. Her official name Myrtlestar was derived from the Imperial Star she’d refined. Now that she’d given the star to Violetshade, she naturally wasn’t going to keep the old name.

She was now Fuying—her name before she became a great empress. About to set foot on the path of cultivation anew, Ge Long suddenly appeared to offer to be her master.

Fuying knew about Ge Long and had guessed who he was when she saw the sword formation in Dusk Province. Therefore, she didn’t hesitate to accept his proposal.

“Did you kill my people?” Arriving at the edge of the kingdom in hell, Fuying stared dumbly at the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers, bleak melancholy flashing through her eyes.

Her people, a tribe entirely of emperors, had been slaughtered overnight. She herself was no exception; they were then buried in the Skandha Range and formed the basis of its curse. She didn’t know how she’d died… but recalled seeing the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers that terrible night. She didn’t know how to react upon seeing the coffin again.

Although her people were still bound to be erased from the world in the great war a hundred thousand years ago, that tragedy was a blade stabbing into her heart. She had to understand how her people were killed. She had to assuage the hatred in her heart.

Ge Long looked up at the four coffins. They had once been among the most powerful individuals in the world, but now, they were harbingers of endless catastrophe. He shook his head. “Not I, the four coffins were tamed by Sir Lu Yun. I merely used them to nurture my four sword spirits.”

Fuying wasn’t the only one stunned by the revelation; Lu Yun was just as surprised. He’d come to hell to listen in on Ge Long’s conversation with Fuying, and this went beyond his expectations.

He’d thought that the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers belonged to Ge Long… but it turned out that it, along with the Nine-Phoenix Casket, Enneaqilin Coffinbiers, and Ninefooted Turtle Cist, had been all tamed by himself!